Eloise And The Bones (Ohbijou)

No bodies move, their colours spill in gutters in my chest We raise our chins to break the wind while winter sleeps in cheeks We are where the seasons meet We are where the seasons meet We curse this fog and send it off in sparks that ride on evil thoughts This fight is old and reeks of shredding skin, the rugs worn thin from bodies rolling in Rolling in Rolling in Rolling in The plague swept through our neighbourhood Something sinister, something good And Eloise, bring the breeze and shake these bones to life Shake these bones